KANDI vs BIG MOMMA K

The rotund Haitian woman felt the coarse canvas underneath her massive bare feet.  She shook out her arms, flexing her fists in the tight pink boxing gloves.  As she readjusted her matching sports bra and short shorts, Karen Marie Jean-Joseph, better known as "Big Momma K", felt ready for her first boxing match.

The 46 year old mother had been a fan of the sweet science ever since she was a little girl and had been practicing it for fitness.  Her 275 pounds wasn't all flab, there was some rock solid muscle in their.  So when her personal trainer offered her a chance to step into the ring, so got to training for the next month.

Her opponent was a lithe young black girl from down south named Kandi who had just suffered a devastating knockout lose at her local county fair.  She was looking to get back on the horse and had put out an offer to box any woman on the foxy boxing circuit.  Big Momma K took up the challenge.

As Kandi stepped into the ring, Big Momma got a good look at her.  She was young, only 19, and trim.  Her ebony body was lean and strong.  Her bare feet brushed against the canvas, almost as big as her own.  She lightly shadowboxed in her corner to warm up, sweat already glistening off her body.  She eyed Big Momma with a fierce glare.  Big Momma K wouldn't be intimidated.  She returned the glare and even tilted her chin at the young upstart.

When the two women met in the center of the ring for final instructions, the size difference was made paramount.  While roughly the same height, Big Momma K dwarfed the college girl, making it look like a willow tree was standing up to a mountain.  

As they touched gloves, Big Momma K taunted her opponent.  "I'm gonna knock your twiggy ass out."

Kandi grinned.  "Go for it, roly poly."

The two women backed up to their corner and slipped in their mouthpieces.  The seconds cleared the ring and soon, it was just Kandi, Big Momma K, the ring and their fists.  It was time to fight!

ROUND 1

Big Momma K got her fists up and made her way towards Kandi.  The younger woman was much quicker, light on her feet.  Almost instantly she was on her and pumping her right jab from the southpaw stance.  Big Momma K's guard was very loose, so punch after punch slammed into her face.

"Ooo!  Aah!  Eee!"

The larger woman shuffled to the side and tried to return fire, aiming wide jabs and hooks at Kandi's head.  Kandi deftly swayed from side to side, weaving under Big Momma K's punches.  The larger woman's slowness made it easy for her to quickly counter with stiff hooks to the ribs.

"Ack!  Oof!  Gack!"

Big Momma K continued her futile attempts at offense, her pink boxing gloves lunging out, missing the much quicker Kandi by a country mile.  Her reward for her missed punches was blows to her side and jaw as Kandi slowly made her way inside.  As the younger boxer advanced, Big Momma K's gloves lowered further and further.  Finally, Big Momma K's fists were hanging limp at her side.  They had become too heavy for the massive black woman to keep up.

Kandi capitalized.  She lowered her center of gravity and got her powerful legs and feet behind big uppercuts that sunk deep into Big Mamma K's belly.  The soft tubby woman became a perfect punching bag for the jackhammer blue fists of Kandi.

"Ooooofff-ahhh! Oooooffff-ahh!"

Again and again, Kandi sunk her fists into Big Momma K's stomach, deeper and deeper.  The giant woman lurched with each punch as every breath of air was forced from her lungs.

DING!  DING!

The bell was Big Momma K's salvation.  Kandi dropped her fists, took one look at her handywork, then strutted back to her corner.  Big Momma K, on the other hand, dragged her large bare feet back to her corner and plopped her big butt on to her stool.  She stretched her legs out, the soles of her feet tileted upwards, and let her arms hang down towards the mat.  She was exhuasted, drawing in huge gulps of air as her seconds attempted to revive her with vigorous rubbing and pouring what seemed like gallons of water on the massive boxer in her corner.

It what seemed like a blink of an eye, the whistle sounded for seconds to leave.  With great effort, they hefted Big Momma K up to her feet and slip in her mouthguard.  She was still breathing heavily, her legs were like jelly, and she could barely lift her boxing gloves to her belly button.  But she still wanted to box.

ROUND 2

Kandi could see that Big Momma K wasn't going to put up any kind of fight.  She quickly dashed with in range, planted her large feet and ratcheted a huge left haymaker into her jaw.  

"Oooo!"

With that single punch, any semblance of defense from Big Momma K evaporated.  She dropped her fists, her knees tucked in on themselves, her mouth hung open, slack jawed, and her eyes crossed.  Somehow, she remained on her feet, but she was out cold.

Kandi grinned.  Her opponent was helpless.  Time to have some fun.

She landed punch after punch to Big Momma K's face.  Nothing strong enough to knock her down, just enough to punish the larger woman.

"Is that all you got?"  She taunted.  "You ain't nothin!"  She landed a hook to Big Momma K's jaw.  Another hook to the jaw.  "Thinkin' you can fight?"  She began to tenderize the massive black belly in front of her.  "You my bitch now!  Say my name!"  A right hook to the cheek, almost slap like.  "Say my name, bitch!"  Another slap like punch.  

Big Momma K swayed back and forth, bruises forming on her face and belly, a trickle of blood on her nose.  Kandi smiled.  She was done.  She cocked her left fist back and got all of her weight behind a big uppercut that landed flush on Big Momma K's chin, snapping her head upward, stretching the chords in her neck.  The big black woman tumbled backwards and crashed to the mat, the bottom ropes stopping her from landing flat.

"Down!"  The referee yelled and instructed Kandi to a neutral corner.  She had one last taunt for her opponent.

"Stay down, fat bitch!  I'm done with you, loser!"

The referee began the count.  "1... 2... 3... 4... 5..."  Big Momma K wasn't moving, her legs spread out, one arm hung on the ropes, her eyes crossed and glassy.  "6... 7... 8... 9... 10!  Knockout!"

DING!  DING!  DING!

The ringing of the bell sounded distance and warbled to Big Momma K's ears.  Conciousness slowly came back to her and she could clearly see Kandi celebrating in the ring as the referee rose one of Kandi's fist into the air in victory.  Her hearing had cleared up in time to hear Kandi shouting to the crowd.

"Yeah!  That's what I'm talking about!  I finished that fat bitch!"

As her seconds came to tend to the beaten and bruised Big Momma K, she whispered her retort, out of breath and for only her ears to hear.

"Huff... huff... I'm... huff... I'm not finishes... yet... bitch!"

THE END... FOR NOW